User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-26024035-20160425040834/@comment-4677325-20160427020347

Falkin narrows his eyes and glares at Elmseye, ignoring his comments about being new to the land. "If you don't get out of the cart, me and Rissah here will have to drag you out forcefully and make you pull us instead." He grabs onto the edge of the cart, his snout twitching slightly. "Make your decision quickly. We don't have much time."